"Let me ask you this." He rested a hand on the bed rail beside me. "Would you have walked away last night?"
Not a chance. And neither of us would be walking at all today.
"No."
"Well, then. . He leaned over me and murmured, 'You'll have to try harder than that to get rid of me,' as he played with a strange smile on his lips.
And then he kissed me.
I placed my hand on his chest with the intention of shoving him away, but. . . My God. He knew. Hell, he'd barely blinked. Fitz was getting physical with me, and it. . . It felt. . . So fucking good.
So I curled my fingers around his tie and pulled him closer.
Jesus Christ, it's been so long since I've kissed someone like this. I'd gone into trying for reassuring, we'd rocketed right past hot and into this hospital bed ain't gonna survive what we're about to do with it
It was like our kiss lit.
Either way, the rising heat of his body and the guttural sound he made against my lips when I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck were more than enough to get me right up there with him. I messed up about the bed, intending to tear it down and make room for myself.
"Ahem."
Goddamn it, where was the fucking latch.
"Ahem."
Fitz registered it before I did. He jerked back like he was on fire, but he didn't quite let go of me. Both of us turned to Cyrus, who was standing in front of the door, which he had been nice enough to close behind him.
"Hi," I said after a moment.
"Hi there." He looked more amused than annoyed.
It was more difficult than I expected to move away from him. Shit. I had it bad, and all we'd done was kiss.
